His short hair is dark and thick, and his texture is hard. Like him, he is in the absolute control position.

The hair dryer blew for a few minutes, and most of the hair dried.

Wenjo took his hand: "you lie down on the sofa and I'll massage you."

He was still sitting on the carpet: "just press the shoulder and neck."

Wenjo was sitting on the sofa, his legs against his side, and he grabbed his ankle, crossed his armpit, and stepped loosely on his leg.

She rubbed her hands and said, "I have a lot of strength in my hands. If it hurts, you have to bear it. The more painful it is, the better the effect will be."

Wenjo worked hard to help him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her hospitality.

That night, they were watching TV on the sofa. Wenjo fell asleep against his arms. He carried the man into the bedroom, gently covered the quilt and went out of the bedroom.

He had never experienced such a complicated situation in his life, and never had to make such a difficult choice.

On the one hand, he hoped that she could get rid of the incredible "disease that can't live without him", but on the other hand, he wanted her to carry the disease forever, so that she could not live without him for the rest of her life.

He stood on the balcony outside the living room smoking, frowning and thinking, if one day, she really recovered, with a free soul, would she leave him?

On a moonlit evening in early spring, he smoked half a pack of cigarettes alone on the terrace, unaware that it was late at night.

Anyway, he wanted to know about the disease first.

Although it is a fantasy, but such a thing really happened to him.

His close friend Zhou Jin, who worked at MIT, is now engaged in medical research in M.

He called Zhou Jin. It was daytime. Zhou Jin was a little strange: "you just finished flying?"

"No, in Haicheng."

"Is it not midnight now? Is there anything important? "

Fu Nanli played the ash and looked at the people on the screen: "have you ever encountered a disease, one person can't do without another person."

Zhou Jin, dressed in a white coat, opened his mask and squinted at him: "are you in love? You don't have to call me overseas to show you love? Which superhero can recover Fu's heart? "

Fu Nanli's tone was heavy: "I didn't joke with you. She would be in a coma if she left me for 13 days."

The person on the screen seemed to push the door open and enter his office. Zhou Jin didn't think about it for a moment: "who?"

"My girlfriend."

Zhou Jinwei frowned: "are you sure you are not joking with me?"

Fu Nanli: "I'm not in the mood to joke with you."

Zhou Jin couldn't believe it: "I have never heard of this strange disease. Is there any other symptom?"? Just can't leave you for more than 13 days? "

"It seems so."

Zhou Jin patted the table: "what else should I worry about? Anyway, she is your girlfriend. You two should not be separated. It means that you are made for each other. "

In case of worry, Fu Nanli will know the danger of her life at a glance

This is the only thing he worries about.

Zhou Jin knew that Fu Nanli was serious about this feeling. He thought he was a science and engineering machine, but even when he cherished a girl like this, he was very curious and wanted to know what was sacred about each other.

"Then I will come back in two days. You can find a way for me to give her a general examination. After I have checked, I can know the further research direction."

"Well, when you come back, don't tell anyone about it."

Zhou Jin jaw head: "rest assured."